Chapter 167.3
“…hiii!”
The rag-clad figure flew through the air like a ghost, and the silver light leaking from the rag’s hem caused the archers to scream.
A jet-black blade gleamed from the rag’s shadow. Unable to even let go of their bows, they were cut to pieces by invisible blades, and when the survivors abandoned their bows and drew their daggers, the figure had left the archers behind and was closing in on Hasan and his men.
“Don’t let it get close!!!”
Immediately, the deputy commander gave the order, and the guards protecting the clan’s son thrust out their spears toward the approaching enemy.
Several spears pierced the rags flying in the air. However, the enemy changed its position as if kicking up in the air, and using the ragged cloak it was wearing as a decoy, it descended to the ground while stepping on one soldier’s face.
“Ridiculous…that was like…”
Before the wide-eyed second-in-command could finish his words, a flying knife pierced his brow.
A lightning bolt. The way she fought, cutting into the enemy line single-handedly and killing the enemy general, reminded him of the prestigious name of a female demon warrior who had died on the battlefield decades ago.
“… “War Demon.”…”